The girls, regiment is gone.
Perhaps, it's better
this way?
Romeo's still alive for her.
Commander!
Commander.
When the war is over,
we'll come back here,
walk over these places...
those who survive.
And we'll have the best
symphony orchestra, all in tails.
The conductor will come out.
I'll approach him and say...
Let them play for us...
Well, you know... I'll do it.
I'll say: "Excuse me, Maestro.
Let me do it. "
And we'll sing "The Darkie"!
From the very beginning to the end.
And the grass of the steppe smells of
bitterness,
The young winds so green evermore.
We wake up in the night
to the thunderbolts
Either of a storm or the echo of
our past war...
We wake up in the night
to the thunderbolts
Either of a storm or the echo of
our past war...
I'll get up before the dawn and go
walking
Over a wide field as the day gathers.
So strange my memory is working:
I remember what has happened to
others.
Drops of rain beating the cheeks
weathered;
Twenty years for the world is little,
rather.
I have never known the boy who
promised:
"Wait for me, I shall return, Mother... "
And the grass of the steppe smells of
bitterness,
The young winds so green evermore...
Dedicated to all who did not return
from operational flight.
English Subtitles by T. Kameneva.
Updated translation and timing
20.12.09 by Antar.